They all call me Great Master

Chapter 188 When Bluff Meets Bluff, That's the Start of Something Wonderful!

In Malz's field of vision appeared a man who was 2 meters tall and extremely muscular, whose arms were so thick that they couldn't be contained by the sleeves of his coat.Therefore, he simply tore the sleeves off his coat.

Paired with his towering height and robust physique, the exaggerated muscles suddenly gave him a wild aura.

Especially the arrogant smile on his face, which made people walking on West Mok Avenue dodge out of the way, seemingly terrified of being noticed by him.

'His forearms are as thick as other people's waists!'

The old sheriff thought to himself, his gaze turning vigilant.

The pressure from the other man's height and muscles was simply too intimidating.

Even the old sheriff, a veteran of many battles, felt the pressure.

Especially with the matter of Tate at hand, the old sheriff instinctively believed the man was coming for him and, subconsciously, he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword with one hand and set down the long case on his back with the other—this was what his partner had instructed him to do: when facing a danger he couldn't handle on his own, he should seek help from his 'three Old Friends.'

Although the old sheriff didn't understand why his partner wanted him to do so,

he trusted Arthur.

And he trusted his three Old Friends.

That's why he had made a special trip home to bring his 'three Old Friends' along.

But just as the old sheriff put the case down, Freeman's previously carefree smile suddenly stiffened.

He sensed a lethal danger.

It was as if something terrifying had set its sights on him.

If he made any more careless moves, he could die...

Who is it?

Freeman began to

Amiel said weakly.

The lady from Talin was completely oblivious to the peculiar look in Freeman's eyes as he bowed his head.

The newly-born 'Blood Descendant' took her words seriously.

'Maybe I can use this gentleman to bridge the gap between my father and me!'

'So...'

'What does this gentleman like?'

Amiel and Freeman's figures soon vanished onto West Mok Avenue.

Malz watched until their silhouettes disappeared completely before saying goodbye to Tate.

"Remember, if anyone asks you, you'll say you're my informant, and everything you did was as I instructed, and that you know nothing else, understand?"

The old sheriff whispered, reminding him once again.

To this overly naive man in front of him, the old sheriff could not help but repeat his warnings.

"Understood."

Tate nodded, his voice a little low.

This demeanor nearly drove the old sheriff to punch him.

However, the old sheriff, holding back his anger, repeated—

"If you accidentally spill the beans, you could get me killed, you get that?"

"Ah?

Understood!"

Tate was startled, then nodded earnestly.

He could forfeit his own life, but he could never allow others to lose theirs on his account.

Seeing Tate's reaction, the old sheriff finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Why is it that such innocent people are easy to manipulate?

Because they always consider others first.

"Oh, by the way, if you get those stray cats used to coming to you, you could ask Amanda on Garden Street if feeding them caviar is good for something."

The old sheriff, having walked a few steps, turned back to add another piece of advice to Tate, who nodded emphatically in response.

Then, the old sheriff made his way directly to the Shire District Police Station.

This was the meeting he had arranged with Arthur.

Meanwhile, Arthur was returning to Ayr Lane from Xilin Street in the police station's private carriage.

Alone inside the carriage, Arthur mulled over everything Fornac had said, a look of deep surprise crossing his eyes, and he murmured to himself—

'I never expected it to be like this!'